missed connections.

I saw you at Market Street Grill and Oyster Bar in Cottonwood on Tuesday night. I was at a wedding reception of a close friend with my mom and little brother. I wore a red long-sleeved tee shirt, a black skirt, and pearls; I have blue eyes and dirty-blonde, short hair. You are named Joshua and seemed to be the head waiter. You had beautiful eyes and a sparkling smile. We made eye contact and smiled when you brought me a pink lemonade. I would have left my number on a napkin if I had a pen. My name is Kate. Let's not miss each other next time, please.